‘Mom, see I’ve captured the fireball in my hands,’ screeched my son from the bedroom.
I came running, sweaty and stinky from cooking since morning, to find him jumping on the bed. His nanny gave me a helpless look.
‘Ayush, sit down!’ I shouted over his screaming voice to shush him.
He abided; just as I turned to leave, he shrieked, ‘you’re just like them!’
The nanny came near and whispered, ‘some boys in the neighborhood made fun of him saying he has down syndrome. He’s upset since…’
I looked at him. He had his nose scrunched up and lips puckered; his hands started trembling as he continued to fume. He stamped his foot and looked away.
I walked over to my 16 year-old son and stroked his hair. As his hands began to relax, I sat him down. ‘Only someone possessing more power than the Sun can hold it in his palms. And people who can’t, will always look down on you. Yes you’re different…because you’re not ordinary. You’re a wonder, my son!’
Written by Chirasree Bose for FFfAW Challenge-Week of January 30, 2018
Worth reading!!!
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No ghost. No murder. No suicide. Still such a powerful story. Nice !!
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😁thank you
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Wonderful.
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Yes. All those who raise a special child or pet know the wonders they are.
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True😊
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Amazing 👌
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Welcome! Btw I have nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger Award! 😊 You’re very talented writer.
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Thank you so much 😊 I feel honoured 🙏
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Awesome. Very well written.
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Splendid!!!!!
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Lovely story
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